by Jeremy Marr
Brystal Silverhand, who armed with a twelve-sting guitar and his knee-drums, began the simple song he chose to lead off tonight’s entertainment at the Bladed Hammer with.
(In a beat not unlike YMCA-Village People)
I say, BE-FORE
The world was formed quite this way,
Yes, much BE-FORE
Be-fore OUR time of day,
There was no lore,
There was not, but a void
Inside the Mo-ther of Go-ods
SHE made
The feeling of “lonely”
And then SHE made,
DEATH to keep her company,
And then SHE made
Sons and daughters
You’ll agree,
That’s great! But where to kee-eep them?
(Guitar thrums five times and, together with drums, blends into a merrier jingle)
The world was made
By the Mother of Gods,
A home to call Their own.
A place for each
To rest Their heads
And rule upon Their throne.
For this, They vowed
They would repay
With gifts from each ones station,
SHE then sat back
To watch HER kids
While They played w’HER creation.
Played with HER creation.
